She is what she is

She is what she is

She’s love, she is life, a presence divine, who sings a bohemian song

A tune I feel have heard before, though can’t recall it now

She smiles she laughs, she cries a lot, her rage can burn me down

She’ll pour her heart in the ash, bringing me back to life

She’ll run her fingers through my hair, healing my frazzled mind

She’s mine I feel though I know, no one can own her soul

She owns my soul, my dreams my goals, when told she shrugs it off

Spreading her wings she rises high, to soar in the blue sky

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar